Old Man Harlem

Day-light gives me the shivers, Harlem did it some-how. Always hav-ing the jitters, Should be used to it now. Seventh Av-en-ue night life, Gets me bod-y and soul, Len-ox Av-en-ue mid-night, Gets my Sat-ur-day roll. Old Man Harlem gives me Sunday head-aches. I've got Old Man Har-lem in my bones. Always finds me danc-ing when the day breaks, But that Old Man Harlem keeps me roll-ing on. He takes all your dough and keeps you skimp-ing, Makes you old and gray be-fore you're limp-ing. Old Man Harlem gives me Sunday head-aches, But that Old Man Harlem keeps me rolling on.